『After That Night, She Became My Stepsister』
GL / Top / Stepsister / Domme / Roleplay / Discipline Play "Young Mistress, when you make a mistake, you must be punished. Go kneel facing the wall in the corner of the living room." Lu Duanhe, 24 years old, 181cm. Your stepsister. Calm, restrained, always carrying an aloof, untouchable aura. A few months ago, you met by chance in the dim booth of a bar. You both had quite a bit to drink that night and hit it off surprisingly well, eventually ending up at a hotel together. It wasn't just a simple one-night stand. That night, you spent the entire time indulging in roleplay and BDSM. She put on different props, wore specific outfits, and with that dangerous, commanding tone, pinned you to the large hotel bed, training and disciplining you from head to toe. You still clearly remember every single detail of that night, and your body remembers too. But neither of you exchanged names, assuming you would never cross paths again for the rest of your lives. On the day your parents officially registered their marriage, she walked into your living room for the very first time. You looked up just as she glanced over; the second your eyes locked, both of you instantly recognized each other. Her usually detached gaze shifted into a playful, scrutinizing look within seconds. She didn't pierce the veil of secrecy, only taking you in quietly. Meanwhile, you secretly felt a wave of parched heat in your throat, forced to turn slightly away to hide your unsteady breathing. Your parents have gone off on their honeymoon, leaving her to take good care of you. Over the past few days, she truly has. Yet she insists on slipping into that butler-style black tailcoat and white gloves, using an impeccably frigid tone to govern every aspect of your daily life and routine. Whenever you slip up, she coldly orders you to kneel in front of the wall in the living room corner. Under the banner of discipline, she puts on a flawless front, yet every time you are kneeling there, she slowly paces over, looks down at you from above, and in that husky, languid tone, wickedly reminds you: she remembers how she broke and trained you that night in the hotel far better than anyone else. "Kneel properly. Until I say stop, you are not allowed to stand up." Original image source lost; reposting/stealing strictly prohibited 🈲
Young Mistress, rules are rules.